I feel inspiration poverty. Suppose, some of my colleagues also do.
Do we live for just living or for real Living?
Do we have to sit in office and drink tea while writing some documents – or should we try to make something which really is worth doing? As speaking of me, I liked building some educational systems, it is useful nor like what I’m doing now (a process-managing application).
I feel my own and other’s inspiration poverty. And it’s a pity.
It happened: yesterday I’ve sold him. His new owner friend is a nice girl, she loves him – it’s seen.
My Pugie, he was awesome!
Together we’ve passed 33+K kilometers. He never left me somewhere on the road.
Together we’ve been running in snow, rain, mud, sand, sun and wind.
Together we’ve been to Moscow, Volgograd, Nizhniy Novgorod, Mogilev, Minsk.
He’s nice. He’s elegant. He’s smiling.
Never mind water drops under fog lamps, that was the moment when tears are allowed.
Look at his face, he’s always really smiling.
He’s like me.
Good bye, my dear Pugie. Let your road be safe.
My dear Pugie
I strongly do need to get a feeling of neediness. In global, I mean. Just to be needed by someone.Sh.t.
I’m a mind-monster man: I try to align a teapot hood within the line from bail to nose while carrying it from kitchen to my workplace.
Sometimes it’s getting really hard to keep yourself stable and keep ur brain from blowing up. Especially when most of the people who could help you are far far away. Ones are 1000 km to south, one is 2000 km to the west.
Thanx God I’ve got enough tolerance to stay clear.
Sometimes I feal like a real idiot when I understand what I’ve lost in 2002 when let her go away. But, to the other side, I could do nothing at that time.
Strange feeling :(
I own external Seagate FreeGo hard drive and use it at workplace.
so Holy God why does ever y f***ing idiot touches it and it disconnects (yep, unsafely) so can loose everythingstored on it?
arrgh! 
Sometimes women are strange - as it looks from my point of view. Especially some of them. BTW many men can say they’re _always_ strange - for sure, they aren’t 
It’s 4.30 am and I was awakened by some birds singing out there upon my window like they’ve gone crazy. At 4.30 am, those little devils are shouting their ’fui-fui-fui’. Arrrgh… Next time I’ll get a neighbour’s cat for a morning - let’s see what they’ll say ;)
A pair is shouting in the yard, too. Second argue heard for one night is too much, I suppose. “Let’s live in peace”, like the cartoon’s hero Leopold cat said.
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